Dear Diary,

I did it. I finally did it. I never thought I would muster the courage, but it looks like there is no turning back now.

I came out of the closet and told my parents.

Since I hit puberty I knew I was different from the rest of my family. It just sort of gradually occurred to me, you know?

Their reaction was predictable: Mommy cried and cried, and Daddy hugged Mommy for a while as he gave me the, “I am so upset at you I could scream” look he always gives me when I mess up big time. They are both very sensitive to the slightest stress.

Everyone at school supports me, though. They all say it was about time I figured out what I wanted for myself, and contrary to what I hear in the news everyone is acting quite friendly ever since I came out. I feel better about myself, and now my football buddies are not as shy around me as before. It feels liberating not having this dark secret above my head any longer.

When I got home from school the other day, Mommy and Daddy were both watching their favorite show. I forget the name of it, but those five guys are so funny and well dressed, and they have a great sense of fashion! Mommy looked at me and said by giving up who I “really” was I was also giving up my ability to color-coordinate and to always be presentable. I think they are getting desperate.

I asked someone out at school today! I have had my eye on her for a while now, and she said yes! I am so happy! I should have done this a long time ago, but I think I may have still been battling inside of myself over who I truely was. I am thinking of introducing her to Mommy and Daddy soon, but I do not think I should even bother, I have heard Mommy’s reaction a million times: “Why can’t you like boys? What is so wrong with liking boys! Daddy and I like boys and look how happy we are! Why can you not be like us, Roberto? What is so wrong with what we are? Why do you want to be like the rest of the sickos out there?” It gets quite boring and irritating after you have heard it for the 50th time.

Anyways, it is my bedtime now, and I have school tomorrow. I will talk (write, heehee!) to you tomorrow, Diary.

Goodnight,

Roberto.

P.S.: I am thinking about officially changing my name to John or something.